This kind auspicious place was fram d for love.I fear you're crowded,- Gentlemen, forbear,Pray let your arms and knees the lady spare;Madam, your gown hangs down-nay, pray let me—Oh heav'ns ! what fine, what curious legs I see!Sure, who Diana in a forest drew,Copied in this the graceful'st parts from you;Such Atalant discovering as she ran,What rapt'rous wishes seiz'd MenalionI burn'd and rag'd before—what then are these,But flames on flames, and waters to the seas?By these a thousand other charms are guess'd,Which are so advantageously suppress'd.Oh for some air! this scorching heat remove,Your fan would do't, but 'tis the heat of love."But now the pomp appears, the sacred throngCommand applauses from the heart and tongue;First victory with expanded wings does move,Be near, O Goddess ! to assist my love;To Mars let warriors acclamations raise,